One of Yang Feng's cousins spoke up, "Now, now, cousin, you should know it's the thought that counts. If you're going to be sitting beside grandfather, shouldn't you prove you deserve the favorable position? A gift is the least you do could."
Yang Feng did not bother to waste his time or energy to respond. Instead, he picked up the fork and began to eat the salad.
Yang Yulong was not that nice. "And who are you?"
The young man was baffled by the ignorance of his uncle's family. "Your fifth cousin—"
"And what gives you the permission to speak out of turn?" Yang Yulong lazily drawled out, a conniving smile on his face. His friendly appearance was a complete contrast to his eyes that were stormy and thunderous.
"The same applies to you." The fifth cousin retorted, ignoring his father's warning stare and his mother's pinch.
